Post by Malik Moriga-Tay on Apr 2, 2014 9:19:24 GMT
“Well that was a fun way to spend the day.”
Lifting herself up onto her elbows Malik winced in pain as muscles stiff from inactivity protested back to life.
“You lecture me on risks, and then you bring us here….hypocrite.”
Squinting at the harsh lighting of the med bay she focused on the worried expression of the tech seated beside her.
“Please, take some time to oriantate yourself….” he began to say as Malik dropped a leg of the table. As she tried to stand, her knees buckled as she grabbed hold of the edge, a sharp intake of breath indicating her discomfort.
“Tha….that will be healed in a day or two….just try and keep the wound dry” he stammered as Malik stood up on her toes and stretched out her sore limbs. She smiled as he averted his eyes from her nudity. If her two mercenary guards had any reaction to the sight of her modified form and capsuleer implants their stares remained fixed and they did not show it.
“How long?” she enquired of them.
“11 hours 42 minutes” came the precise response.
“Too long, way way too long to be exposed here.”
“If the discomfort is too much I recommend a short course of pain meds…” the tech offered.
“No drugs!” Malik snapped a little two sharply, causing the tech to start in his seat. “I …….don’t have a great history with meds….and the pain will remind me to appreciate this affectation.”
Padding over to the clone vat recessed into one wall of the facility, she leaned against the glass and gazed at the prone form contained within.
“Hello me” she thought to herself.
“There were no complications?” She whispered without looking around. “The procedure went smoothly?”
“I…..I….yes” the tech replied. “All indicators are that the process was completed fully. You must please remember though that I cannot guarantee….”
Malik turned around and quickly padded over to the nearest mercenary. Reaching out she withdrew his side arm in one swift motion, thumbed off the safety and let the grey coloured weapon hang loosely by her side.
“I did not ask for guarantees” she replied softly “I simply asked for the work I requested be completed successfully. You have indicated that this is the case. Thus we have no problems. However, if this is not the case….” .Letting the sentence go unfinished Malik casually tapped the weapon against her thigh.
Alternating his gaze between the threat in her hand and the two armoured men by the door the tech swallowed hard and considered his words carefully.
“The scan was completed with no issues, data integrity reading 100% and stable. On receipt of FTL transmission the stored archive will upload automatically”.
“Side effects?” Malik enquired.
“Clone is A+ grade. If consciousness is achieved there will be the usual disorientation and of course memory loss for events between archive creation date and the termination.”
“Good enough” she replied, turning to hand the weapon back to its owner who accepted it without a word.
Looking relieved the tech continued “the clone is stable and ready for transport as requested, and the additional work you asked for was a simple addition, genetic sequence matching was perfect so there will be no chance of rejection….integration was simple with your enhanced central nervous system”.
Malik regarded her reflection in the vats glass surface for a moment before picking her clothes up from worktop next to her. She frowned at them for a second before struggling them on.
“We are going to need some new clothes if you intend to keep that you know?”
She pulled a datapad from a cargo pocket and turned back to the still seated tech.
“That concludes our business arrangement.” Tapping out a rapid series of commands she continued. “Funds have now been transferred to your nominated account, including a bonus and compensation payment for the damage I am about to do to you computer systems.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal!” the tech said quickly, getting to his feet as the lights around them flickered briefly and the VDU displays died.
“Wait.” Malik spoke. The two bodyguards halted their advance instantly, laser dots from armed weapons fixed firmly on the startled medical technician before he had fully realised his mistake.
“I don’t want to leave on bad terms here, so sit back down, carefully.” said Malik in a calm voice. Once the petrified man had resumed his seat both armed guards lowered their weapons and stepped back to again stand motionless by the doors as if nothing had occurred.
“I can’t have any record of events here being disclosed to interested parties, you understand? The payment covers your losses and provides enough for you to relocate to another system and start again. Perhaps with your new found wealth you can buy your way back into the good graces of Poteque Pharmaceuticals?” Walking over to stand beside him she gently rested a manicured hand on his shoulder, before tracing a line across his brow with a vividly coloured nail. “I was advised to ensure your silence in a more permanent fashion….but for your sake I have decided to ignore her today.”
“Junjun, your such a pussy sometimes you know?”
“I really hope the knowledge that you have my gratitude and not my displeasure will ensure I can count on your continued confidentiality?” She turned back towards the clone vat. “That, and the fact that if any leak in information is detected the repercussions for yourself and your family will be painful and, eventually, terminal.”
The poor man said nothing, but nodded his full understanding of his situation.
“Excellent!” Malik chirped happily “No deaths today. Have a cup of sweet tea, its good for the nerves.”
The guard closest raised his hand to ear piece, “station now locked down, all points between here and the hanger secured. We have six minutes before the locals get restless.”
“Perfect.” Malik rested a hand on the surface of the clone vat, “Secure the cargo in my ship and then withdraw to your designated systems. Remaining funds to be cleared once I am satisfied we are clear….agreed?”
“Agreed."
“Best you just sit on your hands for the next couple of minutes” she advised the tech. “We need to make sure no curious people get hurt as we leave.”
The med facility door hissed open and two more armoured men joined them inside. Weapons slung across their backs they quickly disengaged the occupied clone vat from its recess and, placing it on a gurney, wheeled it out into the deserted station corridor beyond.
Malik followed them out as the two remaining mercs formed up behind her.
“Still would have killed him you know…one graze to his cheek or a kind round to the skull would have just saved us a load of ISK here.”
“Buying him off and scaring the hell out of him should be sufficient” she thought.
“Probably. You do know we are going to have to deal with these mercs now though right?”
Approaching the hanger entrance Malik stepped to one side to allow the two guards behind to help their colleagues load and secure the clone vat within the cargo hold of her Nemesis.
She looked across at their menacing looking cruiser and smiled to herself “Whatever method we decide, I don’t think that’s going to be our main problem.”
Lifting herself up onto her elbows Malik winced in pain as muscles stiff from inactivity protested back to life.
“You lecture me on risks, and then you bring us here….hypocrite.”
Squinting at the harsh lighting of the med bay she focused on the worried expression of the tech seated beside her.
“Please, take some time to oriantate yourself….” he began to say as Malik dropped a leg of the table. As she tried to stand, her knees buckled as she grabbed hold of the edge, a sharp intake of breath indicating her discomfort.
“Tha….that will be healed in a day or two….just try and keep the wound dry” he stammered as Malik stood up on her toes and stretched out her sore limbs. She smiled as he averted his eyes from her nudity. If her two mercenary guards had any reaction to the sight of her modified form and capsuleer implants their stares remained fixed and they did not show it.
“How long?” she enquired of them.
“11 hours 42 minutes” came the precise response.
“Too long, way way too long to be exposed here.”
“If the discomfort is too much I recommend a short course of pain meds…” the tech offered.
“No drugs!” Malik snapped a little two sharply, causing the tech to start in his seat. “I …….don’t have a great history with meds….and the pain will remind me to appreciate this affectation.”
Padding over to the clone vat recessed into one wall of the facility, she leaned against the glass and gazed at the prone form contained within.
“Hello me” she thought to herself.
“There were no complications?” She whispered without looking around. “The procedure went smoothly?”
“I…..I….yes” the tech replied. “All indicators are that the process was completed fully. You must please remember though that I cannot guarantee….”
Malik turned around and quickly padded over to the nearest mercenary. Reaching out she withdrew his side arm in one swift motion, thumbed off the safety and let the grey coloured weapon hang loosely by her side.
“I did not ask for guarantees” she replied softly “I simply asked for the work I requested be completed successfully. You have indicated that this is the case. Thus we have no problems. However, if this is not the case….” .Letting the sentence go unfinished Malik casually tapped the weapon against her thigh.
Alternating his gaze between the threat in her hand and the two armoured men by the door the tech swallowed hard and considered his words carefully.
“The scan was completed with no issues, data integrity reading 100% and stable. On receipt of FTL transmission the stored archive will upload automatically”.
“Side effects?” Malik enquired.
“Clone is A+ grade. If consciousness is achieved there will be the usual disorientation and of course memory loss for events between archive creation date and the termination.”
“Good enough” she replied, turning to hand the weapon back to its owner who accepted it without a word.
Looking relieved the tech continued “the clone is stable and ready for transport as requested, and the additional work you asked for was a simple addition, genetic sequence matching was perfect so there will be no chance of rejection….integration was simple with your enhanced central nervous system”.
Malik regarded her reflection in the vats glass surface for a moment before picking her clothes up from worktop next to her. She frowned at them for a second before struggling them on.
“We are going to need some new clothes if you intend to keep that you know?”
She pulled a datapad from a cargo pocket and turned back to the still seated tech.
“That concludes our business arrangement.” Tapping out a rapid series of commands she continued. “Funds have now been transferred to your nominated account, including a bonus and compensation payment for the damage I am about to do to you computer systems.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal!” the tech said quickly, getting to his feet as the lights around them flickered briefly and the VDU displays died.
“Wait.” Malik spoke. The two bodyguards halted their advance instantly, laser dots from armed weapons fixed firmly on the startled medical technician before he had fully realised his mistake.
“I don’t want to leave on bad terms here, so sit back down, carefully.” said Malik in a calm voice. Once the petrified man had resumed his seat both armed guards lowered their weapons and stepped back to again stand motionless by the doors as if nothing had occurred.
“I can’t have any record of events here being disclosed to interested parties, you understand? The payment covers your losses and provides enough for you to relocate to another system and start again. Perhaps with your new found wealth you can buy your way back into the good graces of Poteque Pharmaceuticals?” Walking over to stand beside him she gently rested a manicured hand on his shoulder, before tracing a line across his brow with a vividly coloured nail. “I was advised to ensure your silence in a more permanent fashion….but for your sake I have decided to ignore her today.”
“Junjun, your such a pussy sometimes you know?”
“I really hope the knowledge that you have my gratitude and not my displeasure will ensure I can count on your continued confidentiality?” She turned back towards the clone vat. “That, and the fact that if any leak in information is detected the repercussions for yourself and your family will be painful and, eventually, terminal.”
The poor man said nothing, but nodded his full understanding of his situation.
“Excellent!” Malik chirped happily “No deaths today. Have a cup of sweet tea, its good for the nerves.”
The guard closest raised his hand to ear piece, “station now locked down, all points between here and the hanger secured. We have six minutes before the locals get restless.”
“Perfect.” Malik rested a hand on the surface of the clone vat, “Secure the cargo in my ship and then withdraw to your designated systems. Remaining funds to be cleared once I am satisfied we are clear….agreed?”
“Agreed."
“Best you just sit on your hands for the next couple of minutes” she advised the tech. “We need to make sure no curious people get hurt as we leave.”
The med facility door hissed open and two more armoured men joined them inside. Weapons slung across their backs they quickly disengaged the occupied clone vat from its recess and, placing it on a gurney, wheeled it out into the deserted station corridor beyond.
Malik followed them out as the two remaining mercs formed up behind her.
“Still would have killed him you know…one graze to his cheek or a kind round to the skull would have just saved us a load of ISK here.”
“Buying him off and scaring the hell out of him should be sufficient” she thought.
“Probably. You do know we are going to have to deal with these mercs now though right?”
Approaching the hanger entrance Malik stepped to one side to allow the two guards behind to help their colleagues load and secure the clone vat within the cargo hold of her Nemesis.
She looked across at their menacing looking cruiser and smiled to herself “Whatever method we decide, I don’t think that’s going to be our main problem.”
